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A charge in between our skin like wire runs deep, perspire, make seem we're fire. The group like lice that form my eyes absorb the light. Transform, make right.     We burn     our houses down     then turn     our eyes to town-     Then run off     into the woods     to blend in.     I know we could. The kind of hate I found too late has gone, escaped. Evap orated.
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Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
Run Off
A charge in between our skin like wire runs deep, perspire, make seem we're fire. The group like lice that form my eyes absorb the light. Transform, make right.     We burn     our houses down     then turn     our eyes to town-     Then run off     into the woods     to blend in.     I know we could. The kind of hate I found too late has gone, escaped. Evap orated.
Similar to the topic of "Let Go With Me", but with minimal self-destructive connotation.
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j-weir
American
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 8:45 PM UTC
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